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85. what the spirits of the fathers of the first Revolution say to their sons, now engaged in the Second.

by Henry Lomas.
We are watching that land where liberty work!
Like beams of the morning, through darkness broke;
Then up from the mountain the bold eagle sprung,
And wide to the breeze his broad pinions flung!
Rise! Rise, ye sons of the South, and be free!

The mighty have fallen, yet death cannot chill
Those noble emotions the soul ever thrill;
The grave hath no confines the spirit to hold,
While back to its kindred it flies to unfold
Truth! Truth! safeguard of the South and the free.

Shall Washington rest, while a wail of discord
Reminds him the North is forgetting the Lord?
Will hero and statesman, the country's bright light,
Look down without pity from yonder far height
On this Land of Hope for the brave and the free?

That same noble spirit now watches above,
With thousands of others, to guide and guard you with love;
For here, true, earnest, and brave men are found,
With hearts uncorrupted, to their native land bound.
Awake! Awake, O ye sons of the South, and be free!

Down with the hireling that seeks now to rend
The homes which your ancestors fought to defend;
Rekindle the beacon ere the last spark is fled,
And light up the camp-fires round Liberty's bed!
Ye sons of the sunny South, strike to be free! [67]
Fear not the Northern despot, nor his feeble frown,
Who seeks through his minions the South to put down;
Look to your God, from whence comes all power,
And seek His aid and protection in each darkened hour.
Strike again and again, O ye sons of the free!

Carolina's sons to this platform have come:
Protection to Liberty, to fireside and home,
Their watchword to-day, as their fathers' of old;
Truth, justice, and freedom, before Northern gold.
Ye are sons of the fathers who bled to be free.

Then loud ring the anvil, the hammer, and bell;
The South her new anthem, say, what does it tell?
Cotton, Grain, and Sugar, have proved threefold cord--
Columbia, the envied, the blest of the Lord.
Sun of the sunny land, shine still o'er the free!

On heaven's fair arches see graven the names
Of patriot and soldier, who drained life's pure veins;
Then down with the Northern Despot, let him hide his head,
Who by heartless oppression would sever one thread
Of this Southern Confederacy, the hope of the free.

Once again at the altar, brothers, gather and kneel;
One pledge the South--one family, in woe or in weal;
One God and one Country, in peace or in war!
The South Free, United, and Truth the pole star
Of this sunny land which for ye must be.

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